THE FOLLOWING BOOKS
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FOR MORE INFO ON HAPPY HOUR
AND HOW TO ORDER, CLICK HERE:

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"To tell you the truth, I'm pretty burned out
on meat poetry or street poetry or poetry of
the down-and-out, whatever you want to call
it, because so much of it is bullshit; either bogus
motherfuckers who never shed blood but
insinuate themselves into the lives of those
who have and then make a name for themselves
by writing generic imitations, or a bunch of
middle-class kids still living at home talking
tough, aping Bukowski, Wantling, levy, Micheline...
but HAPPY HOUR is the real thing. Stark precision.
It's stripped down, bare bones authentic.
You be the real McCoy, amigo..."
-John Bennett


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DRINKING & THINKING
FROM BLUE PRESS,
SANTA CRUZ, CA. 2010
"For a while, now, outside of
what you/ve been doing
outside Klamath Falls and what
Todd Moore was doing outside
Albuquerque, not much
integrity married to the inside
dope of the poetic imagination
as far as my jaded view
has been concerned."
-Michael C. Ford


SOMEONE WHO LOVED YOU
From 48th Street Press,
Philadelphia, PA. 2010
"SOMEONE WHO LOVED YOU
is simply a great piece of work."
-GERALD NICOSIA


TASTE THE
From If Year Books,
Brooklyn, N.Y. 2009
"A cool little scrabble of
fugitive pieces, some
handwritten, some paste-
ups, all laid in like a scrapbook
miscellany with mean teeth."
-Kevin Opstedal, Ukulele Feedback


DON'T SAY A WORD
From Blue Press,
Santa Cruz, CA. 2008
"F. A. Nettelbeck isn't
fucking around."
-Patrick Dunagan,
galatea resurrects #9




Signed copies are $10 each,
plus $2 postage and handling...
checks payable to F. A. Nettelbeck,
POB 69, Beatty, OR 97621 U.S.A.
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3/20/08

woke up dead, frowning in the big picture



The coyote turned to look in our
direction and then leaped over
the fence and was gone.

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NOT ALLOWED, DO NOT SPEAK ALOUD

"write your way out of this"



IDIOMATIC AMERICAN
BLANK VERSE
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You have a Lost Soul.




Nettelbeck next went
into the back bedroom
where the children were
still screaming bloody
murder and shot them
one by one.




...eery signs of symmetry she shows her
moist panties that off her moist panties
to show me God visits all Lost Souls the
hot moist panties clinging...



to eat sugar from my hand)

If that you would live and thrive
Let the spider run alive.

______________________
These are the avenues to the doorways of the gods.


(POETIC VOICE




"no floats in the parade of the Lost Souls"






Who's calling my name?